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Annie waits Annie waits Annie waits for a call from a friend the same it's the same why's it always the same Annie waits for the last time the clock never stops never stops never waits she's growing old it's getting late and so he forgot he forgot maybe not maybe he's been seriously hurt would that be worse headlights crest the hill shadows pass her byand out of sight Annie sees in dreams Friday bingo pigeons in the park Annie waits for the last time just the same as the last time Annie says You see this is why I'd rather be alone and so Annie waits Annie waits Annie waits for a call from a friend the same it's the same why's it always the same Annie waits as the last headlights crest the hill who will be the one forever more Annie I could be if we're both still lonely when we're old Annie waits for the last time just the same as the last time Annie waits for the last time just the same as the last time Annie waits but not for me |
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| 2. |
| 3:11 |
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Sara spelled without an 'h' was getting bored On a Peavea amp in 1984 While Zak without a 'c' tried out some new guitars Playing Sara-with-no-h's favourite song (La da da da, la da da, la da da) (La da da da, la da da, la da da) Zak and Sara Often Sara would have spells where she lost time She saw the future, she heard voices from inside The kind of voices she would soon learn to deny Because at home they got her smacked (La da da da, la da da, la da da) (La da da da, la da da, la da da) Zak and Sara Zak and Sara Zak called his dad about layaway plans And Sara told the friendly salesman that: "You'll all die in your cars, And why's it gotta be dark? And you're all working in a submarine" (Asshole) She saw the lights, she saw the pale English face Some strange machines repeating beats and thumping bass Visions of pills that put you in a loving trance That make it possible for all white boys to dance And when Zak finished Sara's song, Sara clapped (La da da da, la da da, la da da) (La da da da, la da da, la da da) Zak and Sara Zak and Sara |
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| 3. |
| 4:26 |
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Good morning son
I am a bird Wearing a brown polyester shirt You want a coke Maybe some fries The roast beef combo's only $995 It's okay you don't have to pay I've got all the change Everybody knows It hurts to grow up And everybody does It's so weird to be back here Let me tell you what The years go on and We're still fighting it we're still fighting it And you're so much like me I'm sorry Good morning son In twenty years from now Maybe we'll both sit down and have a few beers And I can tell you bout today And how I picked you up and everything changed It was pain Sunny days and rain I knew you'd feel the same things Everybody knows It sucks to grow up And everybody does It's so weird to be back here Let me tell you what The years go on and We're still fighting it We're still fighting it You'll try and try and one day you'll fly Away from me Good morning son I am a bird It was pain Sunny days and rain I knew you'd feel the same things Everybody knows It hurts to grow up And everybody does It's so weird to be back here Let me tell you what The years go on and We're still fighting it We're still fighting it Oh we're still fighting it We're still fighting it And you're so much like me I'm sorry |
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| 4. |
| 3:23 |
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I thought I'd write
I thought I'd let you know that the year since you've been gone I've finally let you go and I hope you find some time to drop a note but if you won't then you won't and I will consider you gone I know that you went straight to someone else while I worked through all this shit here by myself and I think that you should spend some time alone but if you won't then you won't then I will then I will consider you gone I wake up in the night all alone and that's alright the chemicals are wearing off since you've gone the days go on the lights go off and on and nothing really matters when you're gone if you think that you feel nothing at all if you don't then you don't if you won't then you won't then I will then I will yeah I will consider you gone |
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| 5. |
| 3:46 |
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Fred sits alone at his desk
in the dark There's an awkward young shadow That waits in the hall He's cleared all his things And he's put them in boxes Things that remind him Life has been good Twenty five years he's worked at the paper A man's here to take him downstairs And I'm sorry Mr Jones It's time There was no party And there were no songs Cause today's just the day Like the day that he started No one is left here That knows his first name And life barrells on Like a runaway train Where the passengers change They don't change anything You get off Someone else can get on And I'm sorry Mr Jones It's time Streetlight it shines through the shades Casting lines on the floor And lines on his face He reflects on the day Fred gets his paints out And goes to the basement Projecting some slides Onto a plain white canvas And traces it Fills in the spaces He turns off the slides And it doesn't look right Yeah And all of these bastards Have taken his place He's forgotten But not yet gone And I'm sorry Mr Jones And I'm sorry Mr Jones And I'm sorry Mr Jones It's time |
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| 6. |
| 4:14 |
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Pangs of silence From the room upstairs How's the view there? Do you read what they're saying about you? That you're no fun Since the war was won In fact, you have become all of the things you've always run away from The ascent of Stan Textbook hippie man Get rest while you can So where'd the years go? All the time we had? Being poor was not such a drag in hindsight And you wonder why your father was so resigned Now you don't wonder any more The ascent of Stan Textbook hippie man Textbook hippie man Get rest while you can Stan: Once you wanted revolution Stan: Now you're the institution Stan: How's it feel to be the man? It's no fun to be the man And now, watch it all go down The ascent of Stan Textbook hippie man (Stan) Textbook hippie man Get rest while you can Stan: Once you wanted revolution Stan: Now you're the institution Stan: How's it feel to be the man? It's no fun to be the man |
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| 7. |
| 4:11 |
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The lights are off again She took me by surprise She's so sensitive This sh*t just happens sometimes She's my everything She's my best friend and more We don't do anything We didn't do the day Before you go You oughta know That I didn't mean to hurt you, I just wanted you to know Black tears are falling down her face And I am wrong Black tears are falling and she won't say what I've done She's sitting here beside me, then she is gone Black tears are falling, falling Remember long ago Together laughing, loving Oh so long ago When we were buying something Life was simple then But she's not happy now, and I Don't feel anything Her lips are moving I am mesmerised By tiny lies I'm watching as the shapes are drawing slowly from her eyes Black tears are falling down her face And I am wrong Black tears are falling and she won't say what I've done She's sitting here beside me, then she is gone Black tears are falling, falling Black tears are falling, falling Losing Lisa Losing Lisa Losing Lisa And there's nothing I can do Black tears are falling, falling (ooh ooh) Black tears are falling, falling (ooh ooh) Black tears are falling, falling (ooh ooh) Black tears are falling, falling (ooh ooh) |
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| 8. |
| 3:49 |
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Her window was hung like a painting She worried it might come to life She stared for hours So obsessed was I and self-absorbed that I Didn't see that she was Crying There was always someone carrying There was always someone carrying Always someone's carrying Cathy There were times when I'd find myself saying that: "Friends, you don't understand" And she's different when it's just me and her, and I Closed the door and I tried to hang on and she Sank into the dark I was over my head There was always someone carrying There was always someone carrying Always someone's carrying Cathy We gave you everything You could have been anything We gave you everything You could have done anything But to imagine a fall With no one at all to catch you There'd always been someone Then one night she climbed into the picture frame Out in the frozen air And out of sight Woke up sad from this dream I've been having The last couple nights or so With her father and brothers we're all at the funeral Carrying a box through the rain Then somebody says that it's always been this way Always someone's carrying There was always someone carrying Always someone's carrying Cathy |
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| 9. |
| 4:17 |
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You took a trip and climbed a tree At Robert Sledge's party And there you stayed 'till morning came And you were not the same after that You gave your life to Jesus Christ And after all your friends went home You came down, you looked around And you were not the same after that (Ahhh ahhh) You were not the same after that (Ahhh ahhh) You were not the same after that You see 'em drop like flies from the bright sunny skies They come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes You've got one good trick and you're hanging on you're hanging on... To it You took the word and made it heard And eased the people's pain and for that You were idolised, immortalised And you were not the same after that Walking tall, you'd bought it all And you were not the same after that Till someone died on the waterslide And you were not the same after that You see 'em drop like flies from the bright sunny skies They come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes You've got one good trick and you're hanging on you're hanging on to it (ooh ooh ooh ooh) (YOU WERE NOT THE SAME!) You see 'em drop like flies from the bright sunny skies They come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes You've got one good trick and you're hanging on you're hanging on: You're hanging on: You're hanging on: |
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| 10. |
| 4:58 |
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Let me tell y'all what it's like
Being male middle class and white It's a bitch if you don't believe Listen up to my new CD Sha mon I got shit runnin' throught my brain It's so intense that I can't explain All alone in my white boy pain Shake your booty while the band complains I'm rockin' the suburbs Just like Michael Jackson did I'm rockin' the suburbs Except that he was talented I'm rockin' the suburbs I take the cheques and face the facts That some producer with computers fixes all my shitty tracks I'm pissed off but I'm too polite When people break in the McDonald's line Mom and Dad you made me so uptight I'm gonna cuss on the mic tonight I don't know how much I can take Girl give me something I can break I'm rockin' the suburbs Just like Quiet Riot did I'm rockin' the suburbs Except that they were talented I'm rockin' the suburbs I take the cheques and face the facts That some producer with computers fixes all my shitty tracks In a haze these days I pull up to the stop light I can feel that something's not right I can feel that someone's blasting me with hate And bass Sendin' dirty vibes my way 'Cause my great great great great Grandad Made someones' great great great great Grandaddies slaves I just drove to the store For some Preparation H Y'all don't know what it's like Being male middle class and white Y'all don't know what it's like Being male middle class and white Y'all don't know what it's like Being male middle class and white Y'all don't know what it's like Being male middle class and white It gets me real pissed off it makes me wanna say It gets me pissed off and it makes me wanna say It gets me real pissed off and it makes me wanna say Just like Jon Bon Jovi did I'm rockin' the suburbs Except that he was talented I'm rockin' the suburbs I take the cheques and face the facts That some producer with computers fixes all my shitty tracks These days I'm rockin' the suburbs I'm rockin' the suburbs |
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| 3:49 |
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Lucretia walks into a room. Because she does it's not the same room The one she wanted to be in She says, "Everywhere I go, damn! There I am." And I just want to walk away Won't you let me walk away sometimes? Won't you let me walk away? Every one of you is fired I'm just an ordinary guy And all I want is to be loved - is that so wrong? Don't think that I don't know what you're saying about me I hear it all through these thin walls And I just want to walk away Won't you let me walk away this time? I just want to walk away Every one of you is fired Every one of you is oh oh oh oh Every one of you is fired, yeah! (Ooh!) I just want to walk away Won't you let me walk away this time? 'Cause I just want to walk away Every one of you is fired Every one of you is oh oh oh oh Every one of you is fired Every one of you is oh oh oh oh Fired MOTHERF*CKER! |
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| 12. |
| 4:25 |
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I don't get
many things right the first time In fact I am told that a lot Now I know all the wrong turns the stumbles and falls Brought me here And where was I before the day That I first saw your lovely face Now I see it everyday And I know That I am I am I am The luckiest What if I'd been born fifty years before you In a house on the street where you live Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike Would I know And in a wide sea of eyes I see one pair that I recognize And I know That I am I am I am The luckiest I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties And one day passed away in his sleep His wife she stayed for a couple of days And passed away I'm sorry I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong That I know That I am I am I am The luckiest |
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